Riches (feat. Peja Slums Attack)

Im speed racing through them red lights

Thoughts pacing blunt facing till my mind right

Poverty's victim am I cursed or am i gifted

Born a Geto boy man this just how we living

Rags to them riches from bus stops to the baddest Bitches

Money talks and I swear K so quick to Listen

Remember thuggin in the Mo I was so persistent

If we make that one move then we all living

Im So livid past conflicted thoughts demented with no pot to piss in

Lifted reminiscing on old times better yet them old lines better days to come

And thats due time

Enough that same ol cause when you dead broke all you got is hope

I Than jugged, scammed, and trapped for the Riches

Feins on ice It get thriller in them trenches

In a room full of sharks you either bait or you fishing

So tell me whats the mission

K

Always without respect for red lights

After a childhood accident, I'm still driving at full power

And I have been less in those red districts for years

Because more often the red carpet, although a small difference is

Listen to Richi Rich started from the bottom

Push the button for girls was making a dizzying career

Always QBC vs Music Gum bubble

Rychu Peja, Young Bushwick true life no lies

Sometimes a poor man richer than he keeps with money

Because a hundred times more interesting his world with a difficult phase

You land the new Bell and he ballin at the corner

Any kid on videos have a new gun

Rich type with class in the fall of spiritual wealth

I proved to the fagots that I have a shit on dope stanzas

And I will only tell you that life wisdom

The basis for feeling like a rich man